Monday, May 12, 2003

Now, one of the sites in RBJ is from a female law student age 21. In it, she laments about how she desires for this one guy. He flirts with her while he is dancing with two other women. Supposedly, his eyes say "You could be dancing with me in place of these women."

What possesses my female sisters to go insane over men who play the field, I don't know. Why for heaven's sake would you want to go and screw a guy who has just mounted woman after woman like a stallion in a breeding farm? Is the sex that good? Really, after two hours, your joints are hurting like hell. After three hours (with bayagra), it becomes monotonous. If they were able to do some stripping, then it would be fine. But, who wants to see oily, muscle-bound bodies? Not me! I prefer luxurious and delicate femininity. And heaven forbid that they have to do anyting with their tongue. Oh, you can measure how fast their cars go from zero to sixty if you ever bring that up.

So yes, sister sapphos, let the liberation live. Long live silicone based projectiles. Long live water-based lubricants. Long live electrically driven motors that resonate!!!

SapphicREtong

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